In one shoulder my backpack in the other a beach bag with our sunblock 30, 50 and 100 SPF, beach towels, a book and more stuff label with the “just in case”. My hands carried the bags of snacks, my hair was pull up, my sunglasses protect me from the infernal sun-rays. I had my swim-suit under my short and a sleeveless shirt, but still the drops of sweat make their way to be part of my attire. Even I had already walked the way to the beach few minutes ago, it felt like the beach was running away from us now. The wooden trail bridge was long like and infinite path way taken from a science fiction movie. It felt like it was creating itself while we walked. My senses got sharp with every step, I felt the heaviness of the snacks bags, I felt the sweat drops racing through my body from point A to B. My ears could hear the wooden bridge squeak noise of our steps and the other people walking out passing by us. My mind start playing with my thoughts, thinking that people might be thinking that we were crazy coming to the beach so late. It was about 4 pm but I think the sun forgot that, it was shining with all its power like at noon time. At some point I looked back to see all the way that we walked already and it surprise me to see a black/grey Giant on the sky. It was so big and spread out that looked like the clouds had exploded. People kept walking by us leaving, while us kept going in like as some kind of reward was waiting for us. Indeed there was a reward…
The water shined like a diamond, it was hypnotizing each word that kept calling my name. It repeatedly said “come to me”, it was magical, it promise to sooth the heat away. I didn’t fight with it, I let my senses to take over and like a zombie I went straight to the water. Suddenly the sound of billion of cracking eggs shells under my feet woke me up from my zombie stage. When I looked to the floor, it wasn’t eggs, there were trillions of nice looking shells of all kinds of shapes and colors in the shore.
When my feet touched the water I felt a warm welcoming. And when I say warm, literally the water was melting mild. I didn’t have to go through any kind of torturing process of adaptation while getting deeper in the water. It was like having a warm sea salt relaxing bath in a giant tub.
After the first stage of my relaxing experience passed, then again carefully I walked over the billions of shells. Scrubbing sand was waiting for me in my path to get attach to my feet creating a temporary sock until my feet got dry.
I sat on my beach chair, got my iPad on hand. I was exploring the possibilities of reading or going on Face Book to tell the whole world that I was at the beach, until I heard my Jorge telling my that he saw a shark… The rest is history. You can read it at Sanibel Island, A Funny Story and Manasota Beach.